Under The Table With My Brother Novel by WriterLola _ Novel





Under The Table With My Brother Chapter 01

“Brit, meet Rosie, my fiancée.”
Caiden Blanchard, sharp in his tailored suit, led Roselyn Dudley over to his sister, Britney Blanchard. His tone carried its usual warmth and affection, but to Britney, it pierced like a blade through her chest.
“Brit, happy birthday. I’m Roselyn Dudley. I’m so glad we’re going to be family.” Roselyn smiled gently and extended her hand, but Britney didn’t take it.
She stood still, her gaze fixed on Roselyn’s outfit — an effortless blend of elegance and allure.
So this was the type of woman Caiden liked.
When Britney failed to respond, Caiden took Roselyn’s hand. “Sorry, Brit is just shy. She’ll warm up once you two get to know each other.”
He led Roselyn toward the kitchen, promising to show off his cooking.
Watching their fingers intertwine, Britney narrowed her eyes and murmured under her breath, “Cade, you’re mine alone. You left me no choice.”
Half an hour later, as Caiden and Roselyn brought the dishes to the table, Britney stood with her back to them. Quietly, she emptied a packet of powder into the pitcher of orange juice.
Then she turned around with a sweet smile and handed a glass to Caiden. “For you, Cade.”
The other, she passed to Roselyn.
They both drank most of it, suspecting nothing. Britney stole a glance at Roselyn. The thought of having sex with Caiden right under his girlfriend’s nose made her pussy start to get wet.
Caiden began placing candles on the cake while Roselyn went to turn off the lights. As soon as she was out of sight, Britney nudged her fork off the table.
“Cade, I dropped my fork,” Britney said, looking at him with feigned innocence.
With a helpless smile, Caiden bent down to pick it up. When he looked up, he found himself staring directly at her bare, pink vagina. It glistened, slick and inviting, pulsing faintly as if calling to him. Caiden’s dick immediately began to harden.
“Brit, why aren’t you wearing your panties?” Caiden’s voice trembled. He kept it low, terrified Roselyn would hear.
From above, her voice floated down — light, almost playful. “Cade, whose pussy is prettier? Mine or Rosie’s?”
He tore his gaze away, grabbing the fork as he straightened. “I didn’t pay attention…”
Dissatisfied with the answer, Britney lifted a bare foot and pressed her sole against his hard dick through his trousers. Caiden gasped just as the house went dark.
“Okay, time for the candles,” Roselyn called out.
In the darkness, Britney rubbed the bottom of her foot against Caiden’s crotch. She could feel his dick thickening and straining against her skin with every stroke.
Caiden tried to push her foot away, but as soon as he touched her smooth ankle, she let out a low moan. The sound was incredibly loud in the quiet room.
Caiden stared toward her in shock.
“What’s wrong?” Roselyn asked, her voice full of concern. She picked up her phone to turn on the flashlight.
The sound of the phone unlocking sent a jolt through Caiden. The thrill of nearly being caught made his dick fully engorged; his glans twitched against the arch of Britney’s foot through the fabric of his pants.
Britney smirked and pulled her foot back just before Roselyn’s flashlight illuminated the space under the table.
Realizing they hadn’t been caught, Caiden let out a faint breath of relief.
“Cade, light the candles,” Britney prompted.
Using the light from Roselyn’s phone, Caiden lit the candles on the cake. The two of them clapped and sang “Happy Birthday” for Britney. Halfway through, Caiden’s voice faltered. He caught Roselyn’s confused look and forced himself to keep singing.
The flickering candlelight played over Britney’s face, catching her sweet smile that never faltered. Under the table, her foot was back, pressing hard against his hardened cock — the reason he had stumbled over the lyrics.
As the last note of the song faded, her toes slipped lower and pulled down Caiden’s zipper. She hooked the fabric of his underwear and dragged it down until her bare sole was pressed directly against his hot, rigid cock.
She leaned back slightly, adjusting her angle, then lifted her other foot, resting it against his thigh. She clamped the pulsing, veined length of his dick between her soles and began to slide them up and down, jerking him off.
Caiden clenched his jaw, fighting the waves of pleasure. Pre-cum leaked from the head of his dick, slicking the arch of Britney’s foot as she continued her rhythmic stroking.
Above the table, Britney smirked, her face a mask of pure innocence while her feet performed the filthiest acts below.
“Brit, time to make a wish,” Roselyn reminded her softly.
Britney leaned forward toward the cake, her feet never slowing down. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I wish for Cade and me to live happily ever after.”
As she made the wish, she sped up the friction. Almost the exact moment she blew out the candles, thick semen erupted in pulses. Caiden let out a muffled groan, the intensity sharpened by the danger, the secrecy, the forbidden thrill.
The semen went everywhere — under the table, across Caiden’s suit pants, and over Britney’s feet. A few stray drops even landed on Roselyn’s high heels.
Yet Roselyn noticed nothing.

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